A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1719

"Haha!

"You mean you?

"You already have one foot in the grave, yet you're still thinking about marrying into her family and living with her?

"Which girl is that blind to set her eyes upon an old man like you?"

Owen and the rest mocked Gaius for his shameless remark.

Gaius glared back at them and refuted, "You're looking down on me?

"Let me tell you guys something. I haven't lost my touch. Some girls like older men. Besides, I'm not that old. I'm just fifty-six years old. As a supreme grandmaster, it's common for us to live up to a century or two. If the same conversion applies to a commoner, I'm merely thirty years old, still in my prime," Gaius answered confidently.

His comment triggered another round of laughter among the group.

And so, chatter, laughter, and toasts continued to be exchanged. The atmosphere was cozy and warm.

Meanwhile, numerous bright shining stars dotted the sky thousands of miles away.

Every passenger on the plane had already fallen asleep.

Only Angie couldn't sleep at the thought of getting closer to Ye Fan by the minute. She could feel her cheeks burning.

"I wonder what Ye Fan would think when he saw me. That's right! What should I wear to meet him? I remember he likes pure and gentle types of girls. I'll have to go shopping for clothes when I arrive in China. Should I prepare a gift for his mother? He is such a filial son. All of the effort he had put in and all the adversities he had overcome was to get justice for his mother."

Angie didn't understand why Ye Fan kept popping up in her mind.

But aren't all young girls in love this passionate? Disregarding the consequence and the false values the society imposed, the love I have for him is pure and immaculate.Oh right!

Remembering her gift, Angie reached for her bag and rummaged through it.

Finally, an old yet beautifully-crafted wooden rabbit appeared in her hand.

There were some words engraved in tiny fonts on the wooden rabbit: From Ye Fan!

That's right. This was a gift from Cha Tianfan when he was younger. Other than my family and Meng Wanyu, Ye Fan was the only person who had ever given me a gift. Moreover, the gift was personally crafted by him. Maybe he had forgotten all about it. But I have it engraved in my memory. It was a precious memory of mine. Ten years. No, it has been more than that, and I still treasure it. This time, I brought the rabbit along to meet with Ye Fan for one last time.

"He had been lying to me. Hmph! He had known me since young but was keeping that away from me!"

Angie pouted with resentment at that thought.

I would still be kept in the dark if he hadn't revealed his real name and identity back in Mount Chumen.

Gradually, Angie felt drowsiness pulling at her.

Her eyelids were drooping. She was struggling to keep them open.

Her vision started to blur too.

When she was about to fall asleep, suddenly a loud rumble came from outside the plane.

Boom!

Then, the entire plane started to shake violently.

Orange and red warning lights were blinking furiously. A blaring siren sounded, indicating the urgency of the situation.

"What's wrong?"

"What's happening?"

"Oh God!"

"What's going on?"

"Oh my god!"

"Has an accident happened?"

Every passenger was jolted awake from the alarming noise and the shock.

They screamed as fear gripped them. The entire interior of the plane was a mess.

Angie's beautiful face paled with fear and anxiety. She held the rabbit given by Ye Fan tightly in her hand as though it was a lifeline that could keep her safe at that precarious moment.

Boom!

Soon, another thunderous sound pierced through the sky.

And this time, the plane shook harder than the first.

Thick smoke was coming out of the nose of the plane.

The pilots had lost control of the plane, causing it to spin. The passengers in the cabin experienced continuous spinning and jolting.

Boom!

Finally, the third deafening sound exploded in the sky.

The plane had broken in half.

Being subjected to the mercy of gravity, it began to free-fall to the ground along with its occupants.

When the plane was split in half, several passengers' bodies had exploded midair, spraying red droplets everywhere.

The rest of the passengers continued diving downward with the wreckage.

An immense sense of weightlessness had overwhelmed some passengers, forcing them into unconsciousness.

However, no one noticed a figure that appeared in the dark sky when the disaster happened.

The figure was dressed in all black and was flying toward the plane wreckage at a non-human speed that broke the sound barrier.

It was seven in the morning.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan was having breakfast with his family with the latest news playing on the television.

"Up next we have the international news.

"Around five in the evening yesterday at local time, a transatlantic aircraft flying from Norwal City to China suddenly broke into half mid-flight. No crews or passengers survived the tragedy.

"The associated aircraft company is currently cooperating with related departments on the investigation for the cause. As of now, the cause of the accident is still unknown..."

After the news anchor finished reading his script, a few heartbreaking photos of the plane's wreckage were shown.

"How many families were broken from this tragedy? The death toll is extremely high when there's an accident involving a plane. Well, it was midair, and none could try to save themselves. Ye Fan, Mucheng, try not to take the planes in the future. You hear me?"

At Ye Ximei's age, she couldn't bear to see such news.

Hundreds of families were broken in a matter of hours. Beyond the initial hurt, death leaves a huge hole in families, creating a damaging path of emotional and financial struggles that can last a lifetime. Qiu Mucheng nodded obediently.

Ye Fan frowned as he watched the news.

"That's weird. The edge of the broken wreckage shouldn't be smooth if it was due to an accident.

"From the looks of the wreckage, it seems like it was cutin half by a sword."

As a martial arts practitioner with the title of supreme grandmaster, Ye Fan's sharp instinct and keen observation led him to discover a few suspicious details from the wreckage. However, it was merely a passing curiosity.

The world was so huge. Every day a large number of the population die from homicide or accidents. Ye Fan couldn't have investigated every single incident.

He wouldn't pay too much attention to matters far away from him.

In the meantime, he had been focusing all of his efforts on the incoming members of the Chu family.

The one month deadline was nearing.

Despite Ye Fan's disinterest in the news, someone else was paying close attention.

Meanwhile, the Jones family on the other side across the vast ocean.

Bill Jones was in a meeting to plan for the development of the Jones family business for the upcoming five years.

When suddenly, the door to the meeting room was pushed open.

Michael Jones whispered something urgently into his father's ear with a pale look.

Bill's expression turned grave. He quickly ended the meeting and left with his son.

"Mr. Bill and Mr. Michael, I have investigated thoroughly and found out the plane that Ms. Angie had taken was the one involved in the accident." Within the room, the subordinate reported with a low voice.

Boom!

The news was like a bomb exploding in Bill's and Michael's minds. Their body stiffened, and their mind blanked from the shocking report. "Angie! My poor daughter!"

Bill wailed in misery, then fell to the floor. His legs had lost their strength from the sudden tragic news.

Michael's body staggered as excruciating pain stabbed at his heart. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

My poor sister. Did my poor innocent adorable sister leave just like that?